A knock on the door made me sit up and swing my stockinged feet to the floor.

His stockinged feet were over the side almost before she had time to give him room.

Then, on stockinged feet, she crept up the stairs to her bedroom.

He was warming his stockinged feet at the fire in the common room.

She turned round and found her mother standing behind her, in stockinged feet.

He stood and went in his stockinged feet to the open stableyard door.

Then he propped both of his stockinged feet on to the coffee table.

Sparkling wood floors would be a start for all those stockinged feet.

Opening the window, he looked down at his stockinged feet.

It would be easier to walk in her stockinged feet.